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Not just a show
Those pyschotic blue eyes I'm a moth to you're flame
Something about you drives me insane
We ride in your car or walk down your street
I stay awake thinking of you when I cant get no sleep
The touch of you're skin melts the coldest of snow
When I'm with you theres nowhere else ide rather go
A thousand emotions I taste on your lips
I keep hold of your head after each time weve kissed
And when we are apart I want you to know
What I feel for you is not just a show
Something about you drives me insane
We ride in your car or walk down your street
I stay awake thinking of you when I cant get no sleep
The touch of you're skin melts the coldest of snow
When I'm with you theres nowhere else ide rather go
A thousand emotions I taste on your lips
I keep hold of your head after each time weve kissed
And when we are apart I want you to know
What I feel for you is not just a show
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